lives. Another ran up to Lord Carteret, who was in a coach near the action the whole time, and said, ' Here, my Lord, do hold this watch for me; I have just killed a French officer and taken it, and I will go take another.' Adieu! my dear Sir: may the rest of the war be as glorious as the beginning! To ME. CHUTE. My dear Sir, I wish you joy, and you wish me joy, and Mr. Whithed, and Mr. Mann, and Mrs. Bosville10, &c., &c., &c. Don't get drunk and get the gout. I expect to be drunk with hogsheads of the Mayne water, and with odes to his Majesty and the Duke, and Te Deums. Patapan begs you will get him a dispensation from Rome to go and hear the thanksgiving at St. Paul's. We are all mad—drums, trumpets, bumpers, bonfires! The mob are wild, and cry, ' Long live King George and the Duke of Cumberland, and Lord Stair and Lord Carteret, and General Clayton that's dead!' My Lord Lovel says, Thanks to the Gods that John has done his duty"! Adieu ! my dear Dukes of Marlborough! I am ever your JOHN DUKE OF MARLBOKOUGH. 123. To HORACE MANN. Houghton, July 4, 1743. I HEAK no particular news here, and I don't pretend to send you the common news; for as I must have it first from London, you will have it from thence sooner in the papers than in my letters. There have been great rejoicings 10 Diana, eldest daughter of Sir William Wentworth, fourth Baronet, of Bretton, Yorkshire; m. Godfrey Bosville, of Gunthwaite, Yorkshire. 11 A parody of the line in Cato, ' Thanks to the Gods!—my boy has done his duty.'